It didn’t make sense, what kind of instructions where these? First of all: they were not in English. He was flabbergasted at the audacity of the woman – who clearly knew he was English – and sneaked a glare towards her retreating figure.

Steam poured from the soup as I settled it in front of him. He took one look at it and immediately frowned, “Redo it” he demanded. Right then and there, I wanted to scream all the frustrations that he had caused me but because of what he knew – I could not. And he was doing a pretty good job of exploiting that too, that jerk.